martes, 9 de julio de 2013


how last lesson
in the fresh scent
in the morning,
in the decline of a garden,
full of roses,
under the old
brown, which extends
its branches,
talk ...
young priests and students ...
we throw confusion,
is very likely,
however life
continues to advance,,
in the medium
the rest, the throng, the whirlwind,
from the rubble,
yet when I come,
no ads,
in horror and agony,
the flood, and fire,
in the overall crash
elements ...
with this lesson
and last,
in the cool of the morning ...
I come!

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